Missed Ferry and Gav is still eating

This morning Gav was paying the price for the two steaks last night. We all though he would spend the rest of the day being a little quiet and staying off the food. After complaining that his guts were not good he happily ordered a full Irish breakfast.

After moaning some more about his guts we headed out into the hills for a slightly wet ride. We stopped for a coffee and then headed off for the ferry. Err we might have slightly misjudged how long it would take to get back to the port and we are now waiting for the next one. Guess what? After saying he wasn't hungry again, Gav has just ordered a scone and muffin. Where the hell does he out it?

You only have one digestive system Gav

If you read the Wicklow mountain post you would have noted that we all had steak. Well we made it back to the B&B and set off to the country club by which time Gav had worked up a hunger again.

He is now tucking into his second steak in 2 hours! I kid you not. This is no man, this is an eating machine. He is a medical mystery , a human dustbin........a greedy fat bast#rd!

Wicklow mountain. Flipin fantastic

After a fantastic day at the races he headed into Wicklow mountain. Bloody lovely, undulating roads, fantastic sights and a great pub at the end called Jakes Bar. We are just about to tuck into a steak and chips and and a pint of the black stuff before heading back to the B&B and the county club for a few more pints.

Funniest thing ever seen at Skerries

So, its the 250 two stroke race, we are on the start finish strait and there is a plastic bag blowing across the track, dun dun dahhhhhhhh! It's OK because fat old Harold the Marshall in his orange overalls has spotted the potential catastrophe and has mounted a sprint into the road to pick it up.

With all the agility of a 3 legged pregnant hippo he scoop's down to pick up the bag and makes a sprint for the bank hearing the bikes coming back round on track.

One step, two step, "he don't look in control of his legs". Three steps four steps " he's going". Five steps six steps "he's down!".
" It's OK he getting back to his feet....oh no he's down again using his head as a brake". Bikes are really close now and people are screaming for him to get out of the road. Fortunately Harold is obviously special forces and starts a combat roll off the road. Unfortunately he has put a few pounds on since the navy seals and his belly slows down what we are sure would be an impressive role every 360 degrees. The bikes go past at 120mph wondering what the large orange slug is at the side of the road.

Poor old Harold trys to save face "fek I'm OK" but unfortunately the ambulance that picks him up at the end of the race suggests otherwise .

Without doubt the funniest thing I have ever seen and the race carried on. Well done Harold the Marshall.

It never rains on Skerries 100 day. FACT!

We got up this morning for our 8ish breakfast. 3 full Irish breakfast. Family in the B&B are really friendly. On the way out of breakfast Richard and Rob paid their bill, Gav however tried to blag his bill using charm. Needless to say blue rinse was not having any of it. "I got me eye on that fecker" she muttered as Gav put it back in his pants and wandered off to the room to get his wallet, nice try Gav.

We made out way to Skerries this time avoiding the "Curvy Road" feature on the sat nav. We parked in the €5 secure car park (entrepreneurial house owner with a big front drive) to be welcomed by Michael Dunlop lounging in a carpark on a camping chair. His bike was set up in the home owners stables. Skerries is brilliant, no way would you get this close to the likes if Michael Dunlop at the TT.

We are currently sat in the cricket club drinking a pint and eating a burger. Despite the fact that we will all have the shits in the morning this is sweet. Richard is bragging about his £1.99 Aldi Oakley's with their 3 year garentee...yeah ok Rich where have you kept the receipt?

Richard is spending way too much time on his phone and Gav is realising why me and Rich brought a change of clothes, i think he has lost about 10lbs in sweat walking around in his bike gear. Happy days

Let the crack begin

Hectic start to the bike weekend. Richard and Rob were their usual  organised selves. Richard had agreed to meet Gavin at the Broxton roundabout (well know gay dogging sight apparently, thanks for sharing that Gav) at 2pm. Gav was traveling from Sandbach and Richard from Cannock. If you check Google maps you will see they are both  over 45 minutes from the agreed meeting point. Rich, with military precision employed the assistance of his eldest son Jack to help sort the bike at around 1:55, plenty of time. At 1:58 he was on the bike and off. 2:02 he was back after realising the dog had followed him down the road. Stapeling Molly the collie's tail to the door step and he was off again. Gavin was early, very early! We think he likes the Broxton Round about but not sure why.

Rob had agreed to meet the other two at the A55 services at 2.30. After firmly informing his boss he was leaving at 2pm to catch a ferry he hit the road at 2.30 sharp phoning into a work telephone conference in the way.

We met at the agrees site at 3pm. Gav tried to complement Rob's new bike, it had obviously dawned on him that they had to spend a weekend away together and that his  previous ..."that's fugly"  comment may hamper the atmos. Not at all Gav, let's just say I have left him a little present on his pillow.

The Irish/Polish ferry was an exercise in efficiency and we were joined by 12 other bikers and someone who ride a Harley with a very annoying alarm. I should probably explain the polish comment. The very large, expensive sea cat ferry was manned almost entirely by the Polish. The Irish apparently are too busy getting pissed to be bothered working on a ferry.

Off the ferry and Rob set the curvy roads feature on the sat nav to try and find a good route to B&B. I have now written to BMW suggesting they rename it to the "through town and as many roundabouts as possible sticking with as much traffic and speed cameras as possible " feature. I we await to see if BMW will take us up on the suggestion.

We made it to the B&B where a lovely old lady asked us what time we wanted breakfast. "7:30?" I suggested. We started to negotiate the time, we need to be a Skerries early to avoid the entrance fee. I used all my persuasive powers, complemented he lovely blue rince and lavender highlights. 8'ish was her final (only offer). We offered Gav for the night to try and get it a little earlier and finally settled on 8.30 with blue rince lady stating she might be old but she could do better.

We finally made it to the country club where we tucked into fantastic food and Guinness. Rob decided to have some blackcurrant in his and the young attractive barmaid delivered the round asking whos was the ribenna. Cheeky cow!

Anyway let the drinking Commence.